Little pebbles

Lorraine up at six this morning, and made off to help Beth work in Churchill Square, organising the Santa and Elves grotto. I got up early, and having finished all podcast stuff, was able to revel in some time to do writing. Got settled and then had a call from Maureen worrying about Pat's catheter.  However, when speaking to me she called the local nurse who nipped round and helped. Calls between me and Maureen, and Lorraine. Then the window cleaners arrived buffeting my windows with their long hosed broom things, then Sylwia arrived, and bustled about the place. Annoying how such minor interruptions can disrupt my concentration but I managed to press on with The Kenniad, after having a chat with Mum. 

The Kenniad is in five sections, four of them now in decent drafts, the last one needs me to do a bit more research before I can start it. It is unlike anything I've done before. 

Lunchtime saw me nipping to Osborne's for a pensioners fish and chips for two. Read the clipping from a newspaper saying Osbourne's was one of the best fish and chip shops in the country. A hotly contested genre. Took them to Pat and Maureen, and sat with them looking at the sea and chatting, good to see Pat scoffing the lot. After half an hour or so I slunk home again. Lorraine home this afternoon, and needing to power down. 

In the evening off to the Boot. Tonight's ensemble included Patrick and Adele, Delores, Steve, Chris, Lorraine and I. Was able to buy Patrick and Chris a few beers in gratitude for their help with breaking down the giant wardrobe. A really cheery few hours. Patrick and Steve talking lots about music, I'm getting to know Chris better too, an interesting and thoughtful guy. Lorraine and I left the pub, leaving Steve, Chris and Patrick to it. Lorraine walking home enjoying the feeling that we have started a Friday night avalanche of cheer and friendliness.